I went and got my legs waxed last night. This is only the second time in my life I have done this. I am Italian, and therefore I have thick dark hair, which is not a good thing when it grows in places other than your head.
While I don’t really mind shaving, over the past year I have found that my legs have started to hate me and have retaliated with stubborn ingrown hairs that itch the crap out of my legs. It was driving me nuts. Actually, beyond nuts. I finally decided to do something about it and see a professional, in other words, my esthetician.
It turns out that over shaving and not enough exfoliating were the reasons I was getting ingrown hairs, so now I scrub and watch, like a hawk, for the little buggers to return. Things have been much better but I figure a good hair pull every so often would be beneficial to my legs.
I guess I never really thought about it before but I have every sensitive skin. I have to moisturize all the time. If I go to the bathroom and wash my hands, I have to moisturize them otherwise they internally dry up and die. When I shave my legs I have to lather on the body butter otherwise they scream at me. The one time I washed my face in the morning and didn’t put moisturizer on I thought I was going to have to rip off my skin by 10am. This is why I married Chad. I bottle up his excess grease and use it to keep my skin youthful and moisturized.
Leg hair is weird. Ever noticed how you shave your entire leg and a week later the lower half of your leg is covered in dark long hairs and your upper leg barley looks like there is anything there? Maybe it’s just me.
I decided to get my legs waxed before we left on vacation so for good measure I stopped shaving 3 weeks prior. Maybe a bit excessive but it wasn’t hot out so I had no desire to expose my legs anyways. As of yesterday the lower half of my legs looked like they belonged to a wild beast and the top half of my legs looked like I had shaven the day before. What the hell? Even my esthetician commented on how she didn’t know how much she would be able to wax from the top half of my leg given the length of the hair.
My esthetician, thats another story. When it comes to people in the beauty industry, if you find someone you love, you stick with them. It is very important to women to have a an amazing hairdresser, someone they trust to wax their eyebrows, and a great lady who can paint nails like a hot damn. However, there are those times when you need something done, you can’t wait for it, and your special lady friend isn’t there. This is what happened to me.
While getting your legs waxed isn’t a difficult science, there is some coordination that is involved in it. As soon as the girl walked out to get me I had a weird feeling about whats was going to transpire. She was a very sweet girl, but it felt like either she was flustered with what she was doing or she was some what new at it.
I was covered in wax. She was covered in wax. I was stuck to the bed, and she was stuck to me. I had to laugh at how comical all of it was. She had so much wax on her hands that when she would go to rub down the strip she would stick to it and couldn’t get it off. Omg it was a disaster. I mean I wasn’t too concerned with it. The goal was to get hair free legs so as long as that’s what I received in the end, then I was fine with how much of a circus the process was. Plus I kind of felt bad because the girl was very sweet and it really just felt like she was a little over whelmed.
After unsticking myself from everything she rubbed my legs down with oil and said they were quite swollen so I wasn’t allowed to put any warm or hot water on them, and if I had some wax left on my legs just to rub it off with some unscented oil or lotion.
When I got home and got ready for bed I realized that my legs were stuck to the inside of my Lululemon pants and once I managed to get them off I was left with black fuzzy patched all over my legs. I guess there was a lot more wax left over than I thought. HA. I didn’t have an unscented oil or lotion so I tried to gently get it off with some cold water, but my legs were way to irritated to handle that, so I figured I’d go to bed and hopefully by the next morning they would be better. Well, they were not batter, so pants for another day!
Hopefully giving them 24 hours of breathing time will allow them to calm down so I can get all the wax off tonight and finally wear something other than pants. And next time, I am definitely going back to my regular esthetician. Oh the things we do as women to be beautiful!

































